His knot.
It starts as a pressure at the base of his cock—a swelling that catches on my entrance with each thrust. But with every movement, it grows, expanding until it’s too big to pull out.
“Karax—” I gasp as the knot locks inside me, stretching my entrance to the point of pain. “It’s so big—”
“I know.” He’s shaking, his whole body trembling as his release floods into me. I can feel it—hot and thick, spurting against my cervix in pulses that seem to go on forever. “I know, I can feel you—you’re squeezing me so tight—”
The knot presses against every sensitive spot inside me, triggering another orgasm before the first one has even finished. I’m coming and coming and coming, endless waves of pleasure that leave me sobbing and clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in the universe.
“That’s it.” His voice is reverent, awed. “Take all of it. Take everything I’m giving you.”
“Can’t—I can’t stop—”
“Then don’t.” He rolls us so I’m on top, his knot still locked inside me, and the change in position makes me cry out. “Ride it out. Let your body have what it needs.”
I brace my hands on his chest and let myself move—small, grinding motions that make his knot shift inside me, triggering wave after wave of aftershocks. The pleasure is unrelenting, almost too much, and I feel myself climbing toward another peak.
“One more.” His eyes are blazing gold, fixed on my face. “Give me one more, omega.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling while his knot pulses inside me. “Come for me, Hannah. Come for your Alpha.”
The final orgasm rips through me like lightning, so intense I actually black out for a moment.
When I come back to myself, I’m collapsed on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, his knot still tying us together.
But the heat isn’t satisfied. Not even close.
“Karax.” My voice comes out as a whimper. “I need—I still need—”
“I know.” He strokes my hair, his voice gentle even as his cock twitches inside me. “The heat will last days. This is just the beginning.”
“Days?”
“At least three.” His knot flexes, and I moan. “Maybe four. And I intend to spend every hour of them inside you.”
The promise makes my pussy clench, which makes his knot shift, which triggers another cascade of pleasure. By the time it fades, I’m panting again, already desperate for more.
“My knot will go down soon,” he murmurs. “And then I’m going to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you from behind until you forget your own name.”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken. “Yes, please, Alpha—”
“Good girl.”
His knot deflates slowly, and when he finally slips out of me, I feel a gush of his release follow. There’s so much of it—he’s been coming for nearly an hour, filling me with pulse after pulse of Fae seed—and it soaks the sheets beneath us.
I don’t care.
I’m already on my hands and knees before he even tells me to move, presenting myself to him like the omega I am. The position makes me feel even smaller than usual—my facepressed to the mattress, my ass in the air, my pussy exposed and dripping with his cum.
“Look at you.” His voice is reverent as his hands grip my hips. “So desperate. So needy. Soperfect.”
“Please.” I’m beyond pride, beyond shame. The heat has burned away everything exceptwant. “Please fuck me, Alpha.”
He slams inside in one brutal thrust.
I scream into the mattress as he fills me again—somehow even deeper from this angle, his cock pressing against spots that make my toes curl. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Just starts thrusting, hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that echoes through the chamber.
